My Love Essay

I have grown up in a Christian home but it wasn't until my junior year of high school when I was at Hume Lake with my youth group that I dedicated my life to being a disciple for Christ. That following summer I went on my first mission trip to Haiti to serve at an orphanage and shortly after returning home I decided to get baptized. My faith was put to the test when my family decided to move from Santa Barbara to Pennsylvania during my senior year. My dad moved there six months early while my mom, my brother and I stayed back and lived in my best friends small guest house so we could finish the school year. My world was completely flipped and nothing was going the way I planned but I knew that I could trust in God in whatever situation he put

The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.

Much has been said about love, but if you search the horizon, you will discover that most of the things written about love are either pithy or cynical.

I grew up in Maui Hawaii with my parents and younger sister. My mom has been walking with the Lord since I was born, but my dad has never walked with the Lord. I accepted Christ as my savior when I was very young, yet didn't really grow in my faith until much later. I grew up going to church and started attending a Christian school in 3rd grade. From this point on I began to really understand what the Bible had to do with the God I trusted to protect and care for me. I also saw examples of adults who were mature in their faith and following Christ. It was through my time in Christian school (3rd- 8th grade) that I began to understand my personal faith and trust Christ more fully. It was these examples that allowed me see what life handed over

I was never a religious person as I grew up. Most of my life I lived in a home with people who were not faithful to a religion. My father is the only one who has ever tried to convert to Christianity. I went to church with him for a while, but my mother would constantly be upset with my father for giving his tithe. I was torn between two people who were suppose to make me feel safe. I had siblings that were never around when I needed them. This feeling of abandonment impacted me greatly. I wanted to know who to go to. I wanted someone to talk to. There was times when I prayed to a God that I wasn't even sure existed. I questioned my faith and all those around me. I could not handle my impatience. When God did not answer my prayers, I put matters into my own hands. I made terrible mistakes.

What does the word love mean? I have heard the word love since I was a child, but never really seemed to learn a definition, love meant something different to everyone. I stopped by Hallmark store to pick out a happy mother’s day card and found myself absorbing all the different types of cards on love. There were some for mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends, just about anyone I could think of. The content in these cards showed me that true love isn’t written in just one form, but in many messages put together.

My Christian upbringing has enabled me to learn and embrace God’s love in my life. I know and believe that God exists and has good plans for his children (us). I also believe that I am God’s child and He is always there to assist me and comfort me whenever I need Him. All I must do is call on him. Being brought up in a Christian family, I practice prayer and read the Holy Bible for guidance. I believe that doing this has brought me closer to God and has made me have undoubted faith in God. My faith in God has allowed me to experience the

I feel the verse Jeremiah 31:3 “The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore, with lovingkindness have I drawn thee” is one Scripture that characterizes my experience. God has brought me through many situations since becoming a Christian. I have learned that bearing life’s temptations and problems is not about what I can do in my own strength, but it is God’s abiding love, grace, and mercy, even when we are undeserving that brings us

There are three definite moments in my life where I don’t think I could have gotten through it without the Gospel, which are when my sister passed away, my first heart break, and when I didn’t like the way I looked. When I was twelve years old my older sister died. This was a very difficult time for me because I lost my best friend and I was still young, so I didn’t comprehend it fully. The days following her death I was extremely sad and lonely. I felt like I couldn’t talk to my parents because I didn’t want to make them sad and I couldn’t talk to my friends, because they didn’t understand what I was going through. So, that’s when I made the choice to pick up my Bible and look for some comfort. As I read through, the main verse that stuck out to me was John 3:16, which was also my sister’s favorite. John 3:16 states, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, so that everyone who believes in Him might not perish but have eternal life” (The Catholic

One late morning in 1914, I leaned against the newly painted silver railings of the large Majestic, a beautiful ship with a black bottom and a bright white top. Murky, charcoal-black smoke came out of the three enormous, grey, cylinder-shaped chimneys, which began combining with the fresh sea air. The thunderous boat horn was then suddenly blasted, interrupting the beautiful, calming noises of the sea. I heard the screeches of the white seagulls choke as they flied through the tenebrous smoke. I took a deep breath of the crisp air, and held onto the cool railings. With my eyes focusing on the horizon where the sky meets the sea, I noticed how the soft, shimmering sun bleed through the dark white clouds, pouring

In a world obsessed with the possession of "things," it is ironic to see that all people seek one thing that is completely intangible, love. Love can't be held, bought, manipulated, traded, forgotten, or stolen. Love is pure, honest, true, fulfilling, and most of all valuable. Love is not limited either. An unknown author once wrote, "Trying to bring pleasure to someone, because of the pleasure you feel to see that person's pleasure, is perhaps the most beautiful demonstration of love." Isn’t amazing how something so powerful can be found in the simplest of things. In my life I have felt love in many aspects of my life. I love my family, my friends, my country, my life, and myself. These are all the

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

The first thing I have ever felt was a gust of warm air hitting my fur and wet tongue tracing my face which knocked me over I couldn’t see who was there but there were other soft warm bodies around me I was curled up by the large warm body curled protectively around me and the others which I knew from the start she was my mother I didn’t know her by name but I knew her by scent. An unmistaken smell of forest flowers blended with earth “How are you doing Willow” a voice called out echoing around the space the voice itself was deep but it was gentle there was a proud aura about him “I'm doing fine Shadowfang just a bit worn out” my mother responded her voice matching her exhausted breathing

I believe in going out on Saturday nights. I believe in the frost from my breath visible the cold air, the squish in my soaked shoes from inches of rain, and the hair on our arms raising from fear of the zombies being paid to scare us in the haunted house. I wouldn’t change the rain hitting against my windbreaker or the cold sweat for anything.